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  Whispers

  Feathers and Fire Book 3

  Shayne Silvers

  Argento Publishing, LLC

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Shayne Silvers

  Whispers

  Feathers and Fire Book 3

  © 2018, Shayne Silvers / Argento Publishing, LLC

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  OBSIDIAN SON (NATE TEMPLE #1)

  MAKE A DIFFERENCE

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  ABOUT SHAYNE SILVERS

  BOOKS BY SHAYNE SILVERS

  Chapter 1

  I stared down the big, hairy, mouth-breather. “Bring it on,” I growled menacingly.

  All one thousand pounds of Kenai, a shifter grizzly bear, barreled straight at me like a snowplow, ignoring petty laws like physics. The beast rose up on two tree-trunk thick legs, towering over me as he roared.

  Starlight, the impish black bear, clapped excitedly from the sidelines, and Claire emitted a nervous gasp. I was still unsure where Starlight stood in the hierarchy of the bears. The Cave of shifters listened to his opinion even when it contradicted Armor, their Alpha, who was sitting beside Starlight in bear form, leaning forward as he watched. He was a ten-foot-tall brown bear, but his hair was longer and shaggier than a typical bear. More than a dozen other bears watched the bout from various places around the ring.

  Claire was the referee for this particular matchup, one of many that would progress throughout the day. Their idea of a relaxing vacation. Kenai’s jaws were alarmingly wide, and his long, ivory fangs were designed to rend flesh from bone. Standing against him in the ring was my fault. Too many drinks last night at the campfire had made this encounter inevitable. Drunken pride had brought me to this place.

  A figurative cage-match in the middle of the snowy Alaskan tundra with a freaking grizzly bear. The upside was that shifters healed fast, and they had Claire in case I got too overzealous. On the other hand, I had no such protections. I hoped that wouldn’t be my downfall.

  He swiped at me, testing my fear.

  Rather than staying back, I lunged within his swipe and scored a direct hit on his inner thigh with my blade. I wasn’t using magic… yet. I wanted to push myself, and using magic seemed unfair – even though he was ten times my weight. Still, I wanted to wait as long as possible because Beckett was sparring next, and he had none of my special abilities since he was a Regular human. He wasn’t a wizard, so no magic. He also didn’t have ties to Heaven.

  He only had those ancient abilities that had boosted mankind for thousands of years.

  The instinct for self-preservation, improvisation, and sheer grit.

  Kenai roared at the slash of pain, but I was already rolling away, using the hilt of my dagger to hammer into his hamstring on my way by. His stance faltered, and I ended up behind him. I immediately sliced and stabbed into his thick hide, knowing that the layers of fat would protect him from serious injury. Still, if I took it too easy on him I would look weak to the rest of the Cave – the term they used for a group of shifter bears – and he would likely beat me, making me look even more unfit to be the self-imposed protector of Kansas City.

  Like all men seemed to think, I needed to finish this fast and hard.

  Too distracted by my thoughts, I missed the backhanded swipe of his massive paw and he scored a solid blow to my chest, making the belts and buckles of my Darling and Dear coat clank together. I didn’t know much about Darling and Dear, other than that they made magical gear with various types of leather. They had given me the coat and a pair of boots for doing them a favor, and that was good enough for me.

  My boots were a thing of beauty. If I focused, I could change them into different shapes and styles, but right now they were calf-high riding boots, because I hadn’t wanted to get snow inside them and soak my socks. Priorities.

  The coat was like an armor of sorts, but Kenai’s blow still hurt like a mother-lover. As I flew through the air, I immediately decided to forego my abstinence on magic in favor of survival, casting a blanket of air before me so that the approaching tree didn’t break my face.

  I bounced off, landing lightly in the snow, my Darling and Dear boots cushioning my fall. I lifted a smirk to Kenai – the big hairy lout. His eyes narrowed, noting my use of magic, but he didn’t call me out on it. Bears were like that. Honorable, respectable, and not inclined to belittle someone for a mistake – unless there was a lesson to be learned. Still, we both knew I had resorted to magic. Not that it counted against me, but that it was something we were both aware of. Just another fact on the table.

  He settled his weight evenly across his four legs, debating whether to attack or wait.

  I solved his moral dilemma and charged. Before he could react, I threw one of my blades at the ground near his lead foot, making him flinch in that direction to defend himself as I simultaneously ran up the nearby tree on his opposite side. He was so stunned by the fact that I had given up one of my weapons – and missed – that he didn’t see what I had intended.

  I took three steps up the tree trunk and catapulted myself off, flipping backwards to avoid the instinctive swipe of his inches long claws. He missed and I scored a direct hit across the back of the offending paw in the process, making him recoil instinctively.

  Which gave me the perfect opportunity to stab him in the shoulder with the blade, using it as an anchor-point to swing my bodyweight directly behind his shoulders. With a quick flick of my wrists, my sneaky bracelet became a garrote, and I looped
the metal wire around his thick throat in a tight choke, abandoning my dagger in his shoulder. I spun my wrists, crossing the wire for maximum control and then yanked back. Now I had reins for my pony-bear.

  He tried to roar through his constricted windpipe, claws raking at his throat, but neither the thick pads of his paws nor his claws could find purchase as I choked him. I yanked back even harder, arching my back so that my weight pulled him off balance. I dug my feet into the fat of his back, arms straining as I tensed for the crash, anticipating he would try to use my body to break his fall.

  He did try, but I danced across his back so that I wasn’t in the way. He hit like a meteor, snow rippling around us in a wave. He scrabbled in the muddy snow, claws raking and digging for purchase, but he only managed to compact the snow into little barriers. He snarled and huffed desperately, but the lack of oxygen was affecting his muscles, weakening him.

  I waited a few more seconds, letting him keep his honor for as long as he chose.

  “Peace,” he rasped like a whisper of wind, muscles going completely slack.

  I let out a breath of relief and released one end of the wire. It whipped back into my bracelet with a hiss like a school janitor’s key ring.

  I hopped off him and took a few steps, shaking the soreness from my arms. Choking out a half-ton Grizzly was no walk in the park. The clearing was utterly silent.

  Then a rasping wheeze emanated from the downed bear, which slowly turned into a rattling chuckle, his injuries repairing on the spot. After a few moments, his bellows of laughter thundered across the snow, echoing off the trees and nearby rocks.

  Claire rushed over to him, studying his throat, thumbing back his eyes, and checking on the brief slashes from my blade. She shot me a look over his quivering form as she yanked my dagger out from his shoulder, not finding the situation as funny as Kenai did. Because as a veterinarian for the Kansas City Zoo, she was the person who healed wounds, not inflicted them. She ignored the smirk plastered on my face. It wasn’t that she was offended by my win, but that Claire always considered consequences, and knowing my level of lethality, she always wanted me to use the lowest level of violence at my disposal. She didn’t understand that her philosophy would get me killed in the real world.

  Someday, it might get her killed, too. Because she wasn’t just a veterinarian any longer. She was also a shifter-bear, and that was one of the reasons we were all out here. To help her get used to that, and to make peace with her first kill – a true son of a bitch named Yuri – the bear who had turned her against her will several months ago.

  Kenai gently shoved her away, shifting back to his human form. A large, tanned naked man stood from the ground, his back easily four feet across and rippling with muscles. And back hair. A whole lot of back hair. His human form was even as hairy as a bear. No wonder he was never cold. He turned to face me, his dark beard extended down his neck and under his ears to connect with his jaw-length hair like a helmet. He dipped his head, his pale gray eyes twinkling through the curtains of his dark bangs. “Damn, girl,” he finally chuckled, shaking his head.

  “What does it feel like to have your ass kicked by a hormonal little girl?” I teased, using his statement from the night before.

  He grinned. “Better than I imagined,” he admitted with an easy shrug.

  Then he bowed his head again, lowering his eyes this time. Part of me instinctively waited for a second attack, even though I knew better. Bears were ridiculously noble. To a fault, even. He lifted up his palms in surrender, walking away. “Callie wins.”

  I saw money change hands. The losers of the bet didn’t look angry, just thoughtful. I had impressed them.

  I made sure I didn’t trip as I made my way over to Claire.

  Chapter 2

  Claire aimed her laser eyes at me as I approached, and I didn’t bother to hide my grin. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself. Bears don’t value arrogant pride,” she admonished.

  “Good thing I’m not a bear,” I whispered back, earning a brief flicker of amusement before she let out a resigned sigh.

  “You’re impossible,” she muttered under her breath, but she squeezed my hand as we made our way back towards Starlight and Armor. Beckett stood beside them wearing his Arctic coat with the fur-lined hood pulled up. He was shaking his head absently, blue eyes distant as if rehashing the bout. I locked eyes with him and then Claire. “You two ready?” I asked.

  Their faces grew stony – not with anger, but with focus. They both nodded. I turned to Starlight. He was black and tan and if you didn’t notice the gray hairs on his muzzle, you might mistake him for a cub. But his eyes were deep, wise, and ancient. Sometimes they were playful and deliriously naïve, as if everything was some big cosmic joke. He was a strange little old bear. “You’re sure this is a good idea? Beckett is a Regular, and Claire is still learning control. I don’t want an accident. They’re both testing out this brave new world.”

  Starlight glanced at Armor, the Alpha of the Kansas City bears. He studied both for a long moment, considering all the factors in silence. He finally nodded. Starlight turned back to me. “They’re ready. I encourage both to go easy on each other. This isn’t about winning. This is about learning. Sparring. The journey, not the destination. Both will grow and change with time, so there is nothing to prove here, only abilities to test and hone.” He locked eyes with them. “Sparring is like staring into a mirror, revealing your own strengths and weaknesses. It will show you what you are capable of doing… and what you are capable of dealing with.” He winked.

  The two contenders nodded, lowering their eyes as they considered his words.

  I appraised them. “This still seems like a bad idea. Why don’t you let them beat on one of your more experienced warriors?” Someone who won’t lose their shit at first signs of pain.

  Armor considered it, but then shook his head, deciding to actually speak this time. “No. Starlight is correct. Punching a bag teaches you to punch, not to fight. Vital difference. They both know how hard they can hit something. This is about teaching them to anticipate the unknown, to adapt and evolve on the spot. It is as much mental as it is physical.” He scratched his snout, thinking. “No. More mental than physical.” Beckett looked thoughtful, but I was distracted as Armor shot me an intense look. “Like how you beat a grizzly ten times your size.”

  I nodded, knowing he was right. Roland had taught me much the same. He just hadn’t had another student for me to train with, so had enrolled me in his accelerated program. Against him. Sink or swim. Get beat down. Get back up. Again. Again. Again.

  Most students couldn’t handle that approach well, and the mentor would need to back down at some point or the student would break. The goal of a successful mentor was to find that line where the student wanted to give up, let them fail on the other side of it, and then back up a few steps. Right before that uncomfortable line was the ideal point to teach the student, redefining their sense of normal. As their comfort increased, their mentor brought them closer and closer to that line until pretty soon they were past their original breaking point. The student would look back at the previously impossible milestone they had overcome and realize that their mentor might actually know a thing or two. Trust had been earned.

  That was the punching bag stage.

  Next came the real training.

  Armor settled his warning glare on Claire and Beckett. “No injury, no emotion. This is about control more than anything. You two are allies in this. Like sex, your goal is to learn more about each other.”

  I blinked into the silence.

  “Just without the whole sex thing,” I elaborated, in case that was unclear.

  Claire blushed furiously. “Thanks, Callie. I might have just raped him by accident without that piece of advice.”

  “Feel free…” Beckett offered with a sly grin, eyeing Claire, making her blush even darker.

  I found myself glaring at Beckett, but quickly masked it. Why did I care about a comment like tha
t? Beckett and I weren’t dating. And I was used to his brash comments, by now. He was always trying to get a rise out of me. He liked poking… well, no pun intended… the bear.

  Without further ado, Beckett began taking his coat and shirt off, as if we weren’t in the middle of Alaska standing in ten inches of snow. “What are you doing?” I hissed.

  He ignored me, taking off his pants and boots until he stood in only his boxers. Claire’s stunned look had turned into a smoldering appraisal of his muscled frame. Starlight suddenly held up a hand in front of my face, stopping me before I could interrupt them, sensing the wild look in my eyes. He looked interested at the unexpected development.

  I glared at the tiny bear, but he simply winked at me. “Your human is more clever than he lets on…” he said softly, loud enough for only me to hear. He patted an empty space on the log for me to sit beside him. I sighed, obeying with a huff of air.

  Claire was studying Beckett like a fresh kabob, and I realized I actually was jealous.

  Armor cleared his throat as the two squared off. The other bears suddenly focused back on the make-shift ring, eating berries and whatnot, watching the spectacle as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, but I could tell by the gleam in their eyes that it truly was unique. A Regular against a bear. Kenai was mumbling to a few bears off to the side, smiling as he shook his head at me, good-natured in his loss. Which was just… abnormal. At least to me.